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Poetry about Poetry about Nothing (& Guns)
by Racquel Cervantesi've got a lifetime's
worth of
wasted
seconds
under my belt
three years of haunting visions
in my head
and now i've
a .7mm pencil
(Remington)
in my hand..
FREEDOM.
the lead is my summer breeze
paper, my fresh breath
of autumn air
and the eraser?
i like to think of it as
God's hand
pushing me toward better. 09/16/2008 Posted on 09/16/2008
Copyright © 2025 Racquel Cervantes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/16/08 at 08:54 PM ...racquel, before i wrote this i[mentally] sent it to my friends annnnd my favs...lady this is a stout work o' words...a smiling walk following you, love the usage, line breaks, playing w/ the subject and subjecteee[us the writers]i am in awe with this full-o'-life drama re: the age old question of why does one write is in your lil' drift...great writing, friend/fav. |
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